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I asked her if she do this often

Beat down the pussy til I get exhausted

Drinking lean outta tea cup like I'm in boston

You play you get put in a coffin

I'm sippin the remedy

Mix lean with the sprite yea it's feelin like chemistry

Send that fuck boy to emory

We pull and light up your block like a christmas tree

Yea we havin' plenty

Get rich or die trying I feel like I'm fifty

Don't show no pity all in new york like I'm diddy

Niggas want smoke where's the chimney

Empty the clip and reload

Pull up and take your chain on that debo

Set this bitch off I feel like cleo

These niggas they bitting the swag mosquito

Kfdn deep in the gang wit my bruddas

And we do not need no new friends

Came up together

Remember the days that we waited for sixty dollar pair of vans

Now that we up and we chasing it, tell them go save that shit

Make sure to get you some bands

Cause I been slowly embracing it smoking the greatest

Been patient for me and fans

Try not to sign to a label

We dine at the table and think bout that shit in advance

We been unfolding the plan

Just pray up to god that he pave us a way in the sand

They don't understand the brand

Just bet on me nigga I promise you that i'm gone win

He froze like a manakin

These niggas be pussy I'm knocking ya right on ya chin

Lately been keeping my mouth shut about certain things

Cause I really don't need a few pennies

I learned a few things about y'all

it's really just phony and niggas who need an opinion

Niggas be talkin that shit

And niggas be saying that they getting money

While I just been toting the stick

Since I was a youngin made sumn from nothing

Niggas be biting they stealing the lingo

I feel in love with a freak hoe

She jump on this dick like a pogo

I step on that hoe I'm in sport mode

I be dripped out in them weird clothes

I'm that nigga that shit on my old hoes

Ima cocky lil bitch that's fasho sho

I get you wacked with yo own pole

In the middle of the hood and I'm posted with killers

A fifty or better that's all on my niggas

He think that he cold he Ian getting no figures

Catch him in traffic this rocket go get 'em

If you need packs we know where to send 'em

Don't tell him no code just send him a symbol

Light this bitch up and it's lit like a candle

I come with three hoes they might call me Santa